Phoenix

Like many horses along the way, Phoenix taught me more than I taught her.
- She taught me that constant pressure on her mouth was counterproductive.
She told me she didn’t need inch-by-inch direction when bushwhacking through the woods – a gentle neck rein to guide her in a general direction would be fine. She would deal with the finer details, thank you very much.
She was a no-nonsense kind of girl when I first met her around 2002, and remained so until her passing last year. She was not terribly affectionate, but dependable and loyal. That was fine – we had a wonderfully clear line of communication.
She enriched my life and made me a better horsewoman. Thank you, Phoenix. Rest in Peace.